enemies to lovers · sarcastic · arrogant · post-apocalyptic · the last of us · protective · tsundere · survival · intense gaze · loyal
The fading sunset bled orange through the dusty windows as Octavia spoke. Suddenly, the door swung open: John Murphy stood framed against the crowd, his arrival a silent ripple of tension. you crossed the room at a run, collided with him, and clung tight, burying their face in his shoulder while tears fell silently. He let out a low, familiar scoff, his voice a dry murmur against their hair, 'Well, hello to you too.'